"Come on, come on, come on, before the moment's gone" The lyrics of "No. 1 Party Anthem" by the Arctic Monkeys rang through the summer air. It had been a red hot summer, right from June, covering ... [+]
William R.D. Wood writes science fiction and horror from a small town in Virginia's beautiful Shenandoah Valley. "Three Hundred Kilometers" is in Short Circuit #12, Short Édition's quarterly review
The wind outside was a constant howl, but the sun would be up in a few hours. Days were calmer, typically. He'd have to climb out of the train tunnel and replace the antenna again if the weather got worse. Switching from a solid dish to mesh had been a good move. The mesh ones allowed some of the air to pass through and lasted almost twice as long. Still, he was up on the surface two or three times a week replacing motor mounts, cleaning receivers, or tack welding some piece of structure. You did what you had to. If he could just connect with the orbital lab one more time, he'd be done. One m